Wesker looked around. He was in a dark room, it pitch black. As he wondered where he was, he heard someone grunt as if they had just hit the ground. He turned around and took a step forwards. "Who's there?" he called out. He took another step. He heard the noise again and realized it was coming from his left. He turned and saw a man on the ground. He had short black hair, and wore a black suit and tie with a white shirt.

The man looked up at Wesker. "Who are you? Why am I here?" He asked as he stood up.

Wesker sneered "I wanted to ask you those questions. If you aren't the one responsible…"

"Then we are both victims of the same entity." Finished the stranger.

Wesker decided it might be necessary to form an alliance with this man if they were to be freed. "I am Albert Wesker."

The other man looked him over and then responded. "I am The Master."

"Quite the name." responded Wesker. "But, if you think I will call you such a name. Then you must be insane."

A wicked grin spread across The Master's face. "Oh, you have no idea." Suddenly both men heard a noise. They turned to face the sound and heard someone speak.

"Lumos." The voice said, and a bright light appeared in front of them. The light was coming from the end of a wand held by a frightening looking man dressed in black robes. His face and bald head reminded both men of a snake. "So," he said with a tone of arrogance, "You are the ones who have brought me here."

Wesker rolled his eyes, not that anyone could tell behind his glasses. "You are a prisoner here as much as we are."

The Master couldn't take his eyes of the man. "Oh, dear" He said "you might be the most hideous thing I've ever seen.'

The newcomer turned towards The Master. "Watch your tongue. I am Lord Voldemort."

"And I," said the black haired man, "am you Lord and Master."

Voldemort raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!" He cried. A bolt of green energy erupted from the wand. However, it hit an invisible barrier and disappeared before it even reached The Master.

"Stop this senseless fighting!" boomed a voice from behind them. They turned as the room lit up, and they could see it clearly. It was rather large. Filled with scientific equipment, Magical ingredients for spells and potions, and a table with three chairs in the center. They looked around in shock at the sheer size of the room. Then, they heard footsteps, and turned to see a man with ornate black robes, oily black hair, and a headpiece resembling a raven. Wesker raised his eyebrows, Voldemort sneered, and The Master's face… had a very knowing expression, as if he understood everything now.

The figure spoke. "I am The Black Guardian. The embodiment of chaos, and evil. I have chosen you three for a purpose. Combine your powers, and use them to cause mayhem, and havoc upon the multiverse."

"What is this "Multiverse"?" said Wesker

The Master answered, never taking his eyes of The Black Guardian. "There are numerous universes beyond our own. Each one different from the last."

"Exactly." Said The Black Guardian. "You are each from a different world. But you are all agents of chaos. Alone you are powerful, but together, you would be unstoppable."

The Master looked around, and then turned back to the man who brought him here. "I'm in."

Wesker scratched his chin. The things he could learn from this experience could be invaluable. He could find unknown sources of power within these other universes, and use them to control his own. "I will join this group."

Voldemort turned his wand nervously in his hand. This could be exactly what he needed to win the war in his own world. He could find a spell unknown to his world, or some kind of powerful weapon… "I shall join as well."

"Excellent," said The Black Guardian. He gestured to a large machine that looked like a giant, metal, circle with wires and lights along its sides. "This is The Gate; this is how you will travel across the universes."

Wesker examined the machine "Fascinating." He thought.

"I must leave now." Said The Black Guardian. "But I warn you. This will not be easy. I am sure you will face opposition. My brother, The White Guardian, will surely move against you."

Voldemort scoffed. "We are more than capable of defending ourselves. It is the opposition who should be worried."

With that, The Black Guardian vanished, and the team began to investigate their new lair.

The White Guardian sat in his wicker chair, rather relaxed, sipping a drink. He watched the new team of miscreants his brother assembled. He knew he must do something.

"Well," he said to himself. "No time like the present, as they say."